Imagine kneeling,
in front of a mirror,
your legs spread enough for me to kneel behind you,
my knees between your legs
so you cannot close them.
Your arms are tied behind your back.
My hand is high on your throat,
with just a little force,
to keep your head tilted back.
Your back is arched
and your breasts are sticking up and out,
totally exposed.
In my other hand,
I have a pinwheel roller.
I'm exploring your body.
It only takes a little bit more pressure
to go from a funny tingle to pain,
especially in the most sensitive areas.
Think about how vulnerable and helpless you feel.
Every move I make brings a moan or a yelp from you.
You struggle a little
but you know that I have complete control.
If you try to say something,
to beg for relief,
I simply extinguish the words with that hand on your throat.
All you can do is hope that I will stop soon
but why would I?
You think maybe if you move and moan just right,
I'll get aroused
and get more concerned about my pleasure
than your torment
but don't forget,
your torment,
your helplessness,
is my pleasure.
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